Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Zou Zhiyi sat alone in the living room, the rose in her hand fell to the ground at some point, she didn't bend down to pick it up, looking at the still delicate rose, as if she saw a huge joke.

This is the No.20 seven bouquets she received today.

27, exactly her age.

Adding the flowers received earlier, the total is her birthday date.

This should not be accidental.

Yanzhou carefully planned so much, 27 bouquets of flowers, the total number of flowers is the same as the birthday, his plan is quite dreamy and perfect, she guessed, if Lu Zhaomu hadn't interrupted, he must have prepared a perfect ending.

Zou Zhiyi smiled slowly.

All the careful planning, no matter how good the arrangement was, could not be compared with Lu Chaomu's words.

What should she say?
Should it be said that people are different from person to person?
People who are deeply loved will always be happier than people like them who can't be loved?
A dream, with too many beautiful and dreamy plots, did not expect that it turned out to be a nightmare in the end.

Zou Zhiyi sat in the living room for a long time, waiting until the bowl of noodles was lumpy, with little oily stars floating on it, and suddenly it became greasy, making people lose their appetite.

Zou Zhiyi got up and was about to go upstairs.

After walking two steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the noodle bowl on the table.Somehow, he turned around and came back to sit down, picked up the chopsticks, separated the lumpy noodles again, and lowered his head to eat.

The noodles are almost cold, and the soup is still warm. It is not so delicious at all. It tastes like chewing wax.

Zou Zhiyi seemed to have lost his sense of taste.Swallow it down.

When people are sad, they may not be suitable for eating. They are very hungry, but they just can’t eat, and their throats are blocked, so they can’t swallow.

Swallowing the noodles forcibly, the warm and smooth noodles seemed to have needles hidden in them, piercing the throat.Swallowed into the stomach, causing a spasm.

"vomit……"

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of food, his stomach suddenly churned, Zou Zhiyi's expression changed suddenly, he dropped his chopsticks abruptly, and ran towards the toilet.

"vomit……"

She vomited out all the noodles she just ate, but she still felt sick, worse than when she had morning sickness before.

Zou Zhiyi vomited in the toilet until it was dark, and finally even vomited out the acidic water in his stomach.

The pain in her throat was terribly painful, and the corners of her eyes also stimulated physiological tears. She supported the wall for a while, and then slowly stood up.

Looking up at himself in the mirror, the light above his head illuminated a pale face.

She suddenly covered her mouth and laughed softly.

Laughter was hoarse, trembling all over, hoarse.

Zou Zhiyi thought that this was really the best birthday she ever had, and it was also the one that made her feel sick the most.

The bowl of noodles was finally dumped into the trash can, and Zou Zhiyi cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks by himself before dragging his tired body upstairs to rest.

Another night of tossing and turning.

She didn't know why, but she didn't lock the door, but left a gap, keeping an eye on the movement downstairs.

The whole house was so quiet at night.

Even a little bit of movement is infinitely amplified, and it sounds extremely clear.

Zou Zhiyi didn't sleep all night, but he didn't hear Yan Zhou's footsteps coming back all night.

A ray of morning light tore through the darkness, and the sky turned from dark to bright.

Another new day.